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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Saturday 29 July 2023

To celebrate the life of Goddess Ida ...


To celebrate the life of Goddess Ida,

we all dressed up in our bright finery,

a feast of colour. The sun shone wide,

a summer day in winter. A small boy

turned somersaults on the grass, over 

and over. Two dogs on leashes — one 

tiny, one huge —behaved calmly. 

The whole community turned out.

Some members of her very large family 

came from far. There must have been

500 people there. In the background,

two large gums spread evergreen leaves

above the crowd. Old friends embraced.

A group of singers she belonged to

sang in harmony. The food kept coming.

Family (blood and other) shared memories 

out loud. She would have loved it!


    



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